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​The Art of Noise

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Mikhail Neruda Gibbings and I don’t think I like being called “an artist”.


My father, the journalist and poet, Wesley Gibbings, named me after the Soviet leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, and the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Large shoes to fill. But I can’t say my namesakes had any immediate impact on my life. I identify more with Neruda. I don’t think I currently have the capacity for any incredibly political works myself.

I grew up primarily in St. Joseph and still live there but Curepe has really always felt like home to me and doesn’t get its due respect. It’s so alive, constantly moving and transforming itself. My father would get oysters, and I, six years old, would sit in the tray of Jags’s truck while he served coconuts and vented about Curepe’s millions of stories. Curepe Junction is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a Miguel Street.
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​The Art of Noise

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Mikhail Neruda Gibbings and I don’t think I like being called “an artist”.


My father, the journalist and poet, Wesley Gibbings, named me after the Soviet leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, and the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Large shoes to fill. But I can’t say my namesakes had any immediate impact on my life. I identify more with Neruda. I don’t think I currently have the capacity for any incredibly political works myself.

I grew up primarily in St. Joseph and still live there but Curepe has really always felt like home to me and doesn’t get its due respect. It’s so alive, constantly moving and transforming itself. My father would get oysters, and I, six years old, would sit in the tray of Jags’s truck while he served coconuts and vented about Curepe’s millions of stories. Curepe Junction is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a Miguel Street.
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